Page 73 of Disobedient Pawn

I stuffed my phone in my pocket as I walked into the open art room. The lights were off, and the blinds were drawn, but I liked it like this, so I didn’t bother to turn them on. I only got a few feet inside when a hand clamped over my mouth and strong arms pulled me back into a hard body much larger than my own. I tried to scream, but the sound came out muffled. I twisted and fought, but my attacker never gave me an inch.

“Hello, Princess.” I shivered as Nash’s distinct voice growled next to my ear. “I told you I’d pay you back for embarrassing me.” His arms tightened slightly, letting me know just how weak I was next to him. “You’re lucky you didn’t live-stream anything online about me. This wouldn’t have ended as pleasantly for you as it will now.” He chuckled. “None of it will be pleasant, but I’ll enjoy this more.”

Fear lanced my heart. Was he going to rape me? He had promised to fuck me, and it was the only thing I could think of him wanting to do.

I tried to scream again as he picked me up off the ground. The door to the art room slammed closed, and my heart raced in my chest. Panic was steadily rising inside of me as he stomped across the floor to the teacher’s leather chair.

Sitting down, he laid me across his lap and removed his hand from my mouth.

“What the fuck, Nash? Let go of me,” I said, trying for menacing, but Nash only laughed.

“No, I don’t think so. You need to be taught a lesson.”

“A lesson? What are we five?” I asked sarcastically.

“Fine you need to learn you place.”

“My place? Ow!” A loud crack sounded as his hand connected with my jean-clad ass.

“One.”

“Are you fucking spanking me, you ass…Ah!” I screamed as the second blow was harder than the first. A torrent of fury was spinning inside me, and I wiggled and twisted as hard as I could to get out of this ridiculous and humiliating position.

“Two.”

“Fuck you!” Smack. I jerked on his lap. I was going to kill him when he let me up.

“Three.”

“I swear to god, I’m telling Vicky about this,” I said, but Nash kept on laughing.

“Go ahead. I’d love to see her reaction.” Smack. Tears sprang to my eyes. The strike so hard that it made me gasp. “Four”

“Oh, God,” I cried out and clenched my teeth.

More than the sharp bite of pain from the smack, I hated that I didn’t entirely hate this. My stomach clenched tight, and with each hit, I was torn between yelling and moaning. For that, I wanted to kill him. A strange heat was filling my body, and I couldn’t decide if I was wiggling to get away or because I wanted more.

How dare Nash do this, touch me like this and make me feel like this. I didn’t want to feel anything for anyone, let alone have sexual thoughts about him, while he treated me like a spoiled brat. It was degrading and humiliating.

“Five.”

It made me hate him even more.

* * *

Nash

Oh fuck, this was a lot hotter than I ever thought it would be. I saw Ren texting on her phone, not paying any attention to who was around her or what potential threats there were. In this case me. I didn’t have a solid plan on paying her back yet, but sometimes god just tossed shit in your lap, and you had to take it.

I followed her right into Bowfield Hall and down to room 12 without her ever lifting her head. Who was she texting, and what were they saying to keep her so preoccupied? The anger from the other night and my plan going sideways had continued to simmer in my soul. With each passing day, the urge to get payback had grown until it felt like a living thing in my chest.

Her angry stare and smug grin danced and twirled behind my eyes like a decadent show. So when the opportunity presented itself, I wasn’t shying away. What I would do to her…I didn’t know until this moment, and fuck was it ever sweet.

“Let go of me,” she growled, like a little she-demon, and the sound made my cock twitch.

“Not a fucking chance.”

She was wiggling back and forth against my cock, and I had to bite back a groan as it began to harden. I stared down at her firm ass, which tempted me to grab it and get a better feel with each slap. Slipping a finger between her legs was a need that came out of nowhere but made my pulse race.